Blind leading the blind

Briar had finally gotten to lead Artorias back to the castle in a panic, though she did her best to hide it and keep her voice calm. Whatever happened on the plains had her entirely unnerved and even though she hadn't heard the voices to the extent that Artorias had and hadn't seen whatever the figure was that Artorias had seen, she had seen and experienced the effects of it—now more so than ever. Artorias's sightless gaze, the glow his usually amber eyes held... She didn't know what the mysterious forces had done to him, but it shook her like not much else could. She had taken Artorias to the infirmary first, finding Gwynevere so his sister could examine him and make sure there was nothing else wrong and see what could be done. The look that Gwynevere gave when she heard described what happened told her that the healer knew more than she was willing to say.

With the decision made that there was nothing that could be done in that moment, Briar carefully helped Artorias up to his room, guiding him up each stair quietly, hoping to avoid any extra attention for now. If she was feeling as frazzled and at her wits end as she was then she could hardly imagine how Artorias was feeling and right now all she wanted to do was make sure Artorias had the time and space to process what had happened. She lead him into his room, her tail resting against his shoulder and neck to act as a lead of sorts, and once she got him onto the bed she went back to close the door behind them. Coming back to lay down with him, she rested a paw on his cheek and her ears flicked back as she looked at his sightless, shimmering eyes again. "Do you want me to get anyone or tell anyone? Or do you just want to stay here for a while?" As much as she would have wanted to be alone with only him or maybe Lia if this sort of thing happened to her, she wanted to give Art the option.

"Briar Fatalis"